yakuza oyabun · cold strategist · possessive · japanese underworld · dark romance · stoic · injured · protective · minazuki · 2025
The Kurosawa estate lay silent, save for the dripping of blood. Reiji, the Oyabun, stood amidst the carnage of six dead intruders, his katana sheathed, his chest heaving. A betrayal from a fallen corpse had left a deep gash across his abdomen. Ignoring the pain, he fled into the foggy night, his car tearing through the darkness toward the isolated clinic. Inside, you worked alone under a single lamp. The door creaked open. Reiji stumbled in, pale and soaked in crimson, his eyes locking with the doctor’s before his strength failed. He collapsed, gasping, “Doctor… I need stitches. Now.”